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Helping the Babysitter Become a Model
                             By notmystory@kc.rr.com
                                  Chapter 1-7


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Helping the Babysitter Become a Model
                     By notmystory@kc.rr.com Chapter One

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 asked.

"Yeah, I got it." she said to him, in a short angry outburst.

"Your attitude better be gone before your clothes are. My
partner, he's the strong silent type, so you better not say a
word from now until I tell you to talk again. Shake your head if
you understand what I'm telling you." he ordered. She moved her
head up and down to show that she had understood his
instructions, wondering if he could be anymore demeaning to her.

He then guided her to the middle of the bed, and taking her left
arm, he pulled it up to the headboard, where he tied it in place.
Then he moved to her right arm, and did the same thing. He then
turned his attention to her legs, spreading them wide, to the
corners of the bed, before tying them in place. Now, tied to the
bed spread eagled, as she had been in some of her magazine shots,
she felt more helpless than she had in her whole life.

She felt his hands on her face, as he pulled her hair back and
behind her ears. She felt him stick something into her ear, and
then wrap something around the back of her ear, holding the
device fully in her ear. She felt him do the same thing to her
other ear, then felt him drape her hair back over both of her
ears, hiding any sign of the devices.

As he climbed from the bed, she heard his last comment, before
the white noise started. "Not a word or else."

The silence of the room was drowned out by the noise screaming
through her ears, and assaulting her mind. She was frightened by
it's ominous nature, and wondered what it was that she wasn't
meant to hear.

Bob had turned on the transmitter, sending the signals to her
mind. He had gotten a copy of the noise used by the FBI hostage
teams, to disorient terrorist. He had replaced the subliminal
track that the bureau used, with his own. He had been told by a
friend who worked with the bureau, that if done properly, the
planting of subliminal messages could be highly effective. With
the help of this friend, he had made a tape just for his new
star.

He placed the photos on the wall, and moved in the rug and a
chest that he slid to the foot of the bed, comparing his work
with the photo in his hand, he walked out ready for his guest.

Jim Wilson arrived a few minutes early. Bob had called him last
night, and told him to meet him at 10:00 AM. He said that they
had some business to discuss, but would give him no further
information. Bob greeted him at the door, and led him to the
family room. After several minutes of idle conversation Jim got
around to asking him why he had wanted him over here.

"Well buddy, you remember our arrangement, don't you?" Bob asked,
handing him the original photo of Kristin in the shower.

"Sure. So what's up? I did everything that you asked, and now
she's modeling for you. I kept up my end of the deal." Jim said
worried.

"No no, you misunderstand. You did an excellent job, and I
couldn't have done it without you." Bob said handing his friend a
photo of Kristin riding Billy's cock in ecstasy.

"Oh my God!" Jim said looking at the picture.

"Yes indeed. Now it's time for me to keep my end of the deal." he
said standing up.

"What? What are you talking about?" Jim asked, his eyes still
glued to the photo.

"I have her. She's here for you." Bob said, causing Jim's eyes to
move from the photo, to Bob, trying to see if his friend was
serious or not. "She's downstairs tied to a bed, blindfolded, and
unable to hear a thing." motioning for Jim to follow him.

He continued to talk, as he led Jim to the basement. "Look she's
totally willing, but I knew that you were a little worried about
it. So I told her my partner wanted a shot at her, but he was
really shy. She suggested that I blindfold her, and tie her down,
to make you feel more at ease. She's a real freak." Bob said
grinning, as he saw Jim's excitement grow.

"Oh the ears plugs were my idea, as I didn't know if you where a
talker or not, and I didn't want her to hear your voice, in case
you didn't want her to know it was you. Like I said, she's tied
up now, but if you want, you can untie her or leave her tied up,
whatever you want. The only thing that you need to remember is,
not to cum in her yet. She hasn't had time to start on the pill
yet, so she wants you to let her swallow your cum." he said, as
the men walked down the steps.

"You're sure that she can't see a thing, and she won't hear us?"
Jim asked nervously.

"Positive, I made sure of it, those are surgical patches on her
eyes, with gauze underneath. The earphones are playing constant
noise, so you don't have to worry about her hearing you, between
songs or anything. But look, if you want take the blindfold off
and the ear plugs out, you can. I mean whatever you want to do,
and whatever makes you comfortable." he told Jim, shuffling him
into the room.

As Jim's eyes locked onto his young babysitter, bound to the bed,
the image that he had dreamed of, for more than two years now lay
there in front of him.

"Look, I'll be upstairs doing some work. You kids take your time
and have some fun. Oh, one more thing, she loves having her
clothes cut off her body, makes her very horny." Bob advised him,
handing Jim a pair of surgical scissors.

Jim Wilson walked over to the young girl tied to the bed,
obsessed with her beauty and helplessness. As he approached her,
everything else in the room was ignored, as he stared at Kristin.
He never noticed the portrait of his family on the wall, just
like in his own bedroom at home, or identical dresser, rug, bed,
trunk, and sheets. Bob had made the room an almost exact replica
of Jim's bedroom, except for the window that would be on the wall
opposite the bed. On that wall, he had placed a large one way
mirror, hiding several cameras and camcorders behind it.

As Jim walked to the head of the bed, he ran his hand over the
front of her face, and she never moved a muscle. Next he snapped
his fingers, just inches in front of her. There were still no
signs that she could see or hear a thing. Relaxing and reassured
of his safety, he couldn't contain himself anymore.

He climbed onto the bed, and brought his lips to hers. He began
kissing her passionately. Kristin felt his lips on her own, and
not knowing what else she could do, returned the kisses. As she
opened her mouth to allow his tongue access, she felt his hands
on her legs. She found the sensation of being touched and kissed,
while she was blindfolded and helpless, strangely exciting.

Jim kept on kissing her lips, her neck and her cheeks, as he had
wanted to for oh so long. His hands moved over her body, touching
her in places that he had only dreamed of being able to touch
her. As Bob watched his friend on the screen, he grew bored with
Jim's lack of vision. He had been down there with the beautiful
helpless girl for over half an hour, and Jim hadn't even removed
a single item of her clothing yet. As Jim felt his blood boiling,
he finally moved his fingers to her shorts. Unbuttoning them, he
slipped his hands inside and under her new white panties. As his
hands pushed further inside of her pants, she found her shorts
being pushed down her legs.

After only minutes of exploring inside of her panties, his hand
slipped out, moved up her belly, and under her tank top. As he
moved his hands up, he slipped his hand under her bra, and gently
pinched her nipples. He watched as she bit her lip and jerked
about under his touch, he thought that she really was enjoying
this.

Kristin had been crying for some time now, but the gauze had
soaked up her tears. The noise running through her mind played
hell with her already confused thoughts. She felt his arms move
up to her wrist, and as she felt her left arm freed, she had a
desire to pull the bandage from her eyes. Fear of what would
happen to her if she angered Bob, and his partner, kept her from
doing just that. Her right arm was freed next, and she felt him
tugging at the bottom of her tank top. She lifted herself up from
the bed, to help him pull the top off of her. It took some effort
for her to lift up the way her legs were still spread wide apart,
and tied to the bed, as they were.

As her blouse came off, she fell back onto the bed, and felt the
man's hands immediately reach under her, and unhook her bra. He
then pulled it up and off of her very impressive chest. She then
felt his mouth move to her now bare breast, as he began sucking
on them greedily, and kissing them with great vigor.

Jim was in heaven. It was a dream come true, and it was as good
as he had dreamed it would be. He heard her breathing quicken, as
she arched her back under his lustful actions with her tits. As
she began to pant and moan, he felt the need arise. He moved his
hands to her shorts, and began to push them down her legs. When
he hit resistance, because her legs were tied wide apart, he
remembered that she was still tied to the bed.

Grabbing the scissors from the bed, where he had laid them, he
opened the blades, slid one under her shorts, and began cutting
them off of her body. After several more cuts, he finally pulled
her shorts and panties free from her youthful hips. He then
climbed from the bed and undressed himself.

Feeling at home, he tossed his shirt and pants on the chest at
the end of the bed, after kicking his shoes off. Next, he pulled
off his underwear, and moved to her leg. Untying one, and then
the other, he freed her sexy legs. Then climbing onto the bed
between her legs, he pressed his hard cock into her, without so
much as a moment's hesitation.

Bob watched the screen in front of him, laughing as he watched
his friend fucking the babysitter, thinking that he would never
make it as a porn star. Jim pumped into her frantically, almost
comically, while still wearing his socks.

Kristin lay there trying to get used to her new lovers style. He
was frenzied and unsteady, as he pumped his cock into her. The
worst part was when his small dick would slip out of her pussy,
and he would try to ram it back in, missing her hole, and jabbing
her with it instead. His hands had moved under her body, and he
was gripping her ass cheeks tightly, as he speared into her in a
frenzy.

After only a short time Jim felt himself coming close to his own
climax, and remembering what Bob had told him about her request.
He pulled out in the nick of time. As he straddled her body, he
knee walked up to her face. Once he was next to her face, he
pressed his dripping cock to her lips. At first she was offended,
by having the thing pushed against her lips, but then she
remembered Bob's instructions. Pushing against her lips again,
she opened her mouth to his cock this time. As her lips closed
around his slimy prick, his first jet of jism squirted from it's
tip.

She tasted the salty liquid hit her tongue, as he began to cum in
her mouth. She almost barfed on the spot, but knowing that Bob
would punish her for failure to obey him, she forced herself to
hold it in, and swallowed it, hoping to swallow it without having
to taste it.

Feeling her mouth swallowing his first shot, elicited another
squirt, and then another. He emptied himself into her mouth,
believing that she was enjoying it. He heard her muffled grunt,
as she snorted some of his foul seed into her nose, while she was
having trouble breathing, with his cock stuffed inside of her
mouth.

As he pulled himself up, and off of her chest, he looked down and
saw that her face was contorted with disgust by his deposit.
Seeing her reaction, he felt ashamed and embarrassed. He had been
a major part in turning this girl into the little whore that she
appeared to be in front of him. She had been so innocent when he
first met her, now look at what he had helped to do to her.

Jim climbed off the bed, and quickly dressed, mumbling how sorry
he was to Kristin, having forgotten that she couldn't hear him.
As he scurried up the steps, needing to leave this place as soon
as he could, he was met by Bob at the top of the steps.

Kristin lay on the bed, not sure whether her ordeal was over yet,
and too scared to talk, until she was given permission to do so.
She curled up in a ball, hoping that she would soon be able to
wash the taste of the foul cum from her mouth.

"I gotta go!" Jim said, almost in a jog, as he hurried past Bob.

"Hey don't worry buddy, we'll have you back over again soon." Bob
said, chuckling as he watched his friend rush out. Chapter 5

As Bob entered the basement bedroom, he found Kristin lying on
the bed, her body curled up in a ball. As he approached her, he
thought perhaps she had somehow fallen asleep through the noise
being pumped into her mind. However, as he placed his hand on her
hip, she flinched at his touch.

Bob then ran his hand down her smooth silky leg, and grabbed her
ankle. He pulled it back to the bonds that she had earlier been
freed from. Next, he retied both of her wrists to the head board,
before securing her other ankle, as he spread her legs painfully
far apart.

Leaving the girl this way for several minutes, he returned with
his supplies. First he took the glass containing the sweet
concoction, and, lifting her head up, brought it to her lips.

Kristin again finding herself bound to the bed and blindfolded,
drank the strange fruit juice, grateful for something, anything
to help wash out the taste of the cum that she still had in her
mouth. The sounds being pumped into her ears from the small
devices that Bob had used earlier, was filling her mind with
subliminal messages. The drink she had just been given would help
her to accept and to process the messages being constantly pumped
into her head. Bob stood over the young woman, wondering if this
would really work.

He had gotten to know a guy, who knew someone else, who
supposedly worked with the FBI and CIA, in their psychological
operations units. He had eventually worked through his friend to
meet the man himself. He had told him that he had always been
interested in this sort of thing, but always thought that it
sounded like so much bull shit to him. Determined to show Bob the
value of his work, he had explained to him, in intimate detail,
exactly how it worked. Bob then began to hit him with how-to
questions, in which the overly zealous scientist had filled in
all of the little details for him, even providing the tape of
white noise that he was currently using on the young girl. But
his continuous questioning finally threw-up a red flag to the
geek, but not before he had revealed that the messages where much
more affective, when received and listened to under the effects
of a psychedelic drug, which the geek had also told him about.
The geek had insisted that he swear to him that he wouldn't tell
anyone about the information that he had let slip, and that he
never use this forbidden knowledge on anyone himself. As he ran
his hand over Kristin's nude body, he just hoped that the little
geek was right. He had spent a lot of time making the subliminal
track for this, and acquiring the drug hadn't been cheap either.

Next he moved his attentions to the patch of hair between her
legs. As his hands began applying the gel to her most private
patch, Kristin squirmed under his touch.

As the liquid was spread across the most sensitive folds of her
skin, she struggled in vain to break free of her bonds. As the
soft cotton was pressed down firmly over the gel, she let small
squeaks escape from her lips.

As the cotton was pulled free of her skin, the sugaring gel
removed her hair from her most intimate of places, by literally
pulling it out by it's very roots. She winced, and let out a
small cry in pain. Bob repeated this over and over again. When he
had removed all of the hair that he could with the gel, he picked
up a tube of lotion, using it to clean her now almost hairless
crotch. Next, taking the tweezers-like razor device, that he had
bought, ran it over her now desensitized region. She moved
around, tickled by the device, as it ran across her skin, pulling
out even the smallest of hairs.

Happy with her now totally hairless crotch, he gazed intently at
her pussy, thinking that it made her look even younger and more
innocent than she had been. Deciding that he needed to try her
out again, now that she was hairless, he sunk his tongue deep
into her moist folds, tasting her juices still flowing from her
earlier sex with Jim. Pulling his tongue from her moist treasure,
he now sank a pair of fingers into her, after her sweet honey.
Scooping out what he could from her tight snatch, he moved the
slimy digits up to her mouth forcing them into her oral cavity.

As the slime covered fingers where pushed into her mouth, Kristin
moved her head from side to side, but found that she was unable
to escape them, as they found their way into her mouth. The
disgusting intruders stayed planted in her mouth, until she
finally realized what was expected of her, and sucked her own goo
from them. It had taken her several minutes to determine just
what it was that she was supposed to do, but once she did, he
repeated the process several times, making her suck her own
juices off of his fingers. When he thought that she had at least
accepted this, he placed a pair of ben-Wa balls ever so gently
into her bald pussy. Next, using a small vibrator, he began
massaging her clit with it, before delicately inserting it into
her cunt.

He slid the device in and out repeatedly for several minutes,
until he heard her begin to moan with pleasure, from the
sensations caused by the buzzing toy rubbing inside of her, along
with the sensuous balls rolling around in there as well. She
arched her back, and tossed her head from side to side, as the
passion inside of her rose to new heights.

He buried the device deep inside of her tight pussy. He then
untied her right arm from it's bonds. Then he guided her now free
hand down to her excited cunt, and wrapped her fingers around the
small powered device. He then began moving the vibrating dildo in
and out of her cunt, with her hand wrapped around it. She
continued to moan and toss, as the feelings continued to
intensify. After several minutes, she began to move the dildo in
and out freely, without any guidance from him. She found her own
pleasure, by stabbing it in this way, and then that way, while
rubbing it against the cool metal balls being pushed around
inside of her. She let out low sensual moans of pleasure, as
strange feelings and thoughts ran through her mind.

Seeing that she was now content to pleasure herself, moving the
small vibrating dildo vigorously around inside of herself, he
moved to the head of the bed. Grabbing her by the back of her
neck, he pulled her to the left side of the bed, her left wrist
still restrained. Dropping his pants to the floor, he pressed his
cock to her lips. She quickly opened her mouth, accepting his
prick into her mouth, without more than a moment's hesitation.
She sucked his cock into her mouth, before her actions even
registered in her mind.

Kristin was horrified, as she realized that she had allowed
someone to just shove their prick into her mouth, with absolutely
no resistance on her part, and then was vigorously sucking on it.
She couldn't believe that she had fallen so far so fast. She
sucked it into her mouth, as though she had wanted it, even
before she knew what she was doing. She had done all of this
while she was masturbating herself frantically, hoping to find
her own release, with the tiny buzzing device. She hadn't
orgasmed since her first time with Bob, back at the studio last
night, and now she felt that she had to find that release again.
She had been screwed three times by Bob last night, but had found
that she was too sore to find any enjoyment in it. The last man
to screw her had been so clumsy and fast, that she hadn't gotten
any enjoyment from his time inside of her.

Bob looked down, when he felt her stop sucking his cock, he also
noticed that she had stopped moving the vibrator in and out of
herself. Not pleased that she hadn't finished the job, he reached
down and pinched her nipple between his fingers. As soon as he
did this, as if on cue, she resumed sucking on him, as her hand
returned to the task of working her pussy to an orgasm.

Kristin had no idea as to why she was again acting so whorishly,
without so much as a thought as to what she was doing. But as she
did, she began to wonder why she found herself behaving this way,
and even found herself repulsed by her actions. However, she
quickly found herself climbing a mountain of excitement, on her
way to an orgasm. As she continued to suck on his cock, she found
herself on the crest of a mind shattering orgasm. She was so
close, but no matter how hard she tried, she was unable to bring
herself a release. She worked herself harder, thinking that she
was just moments away from her ultimate pleasure, as she moved
the slick cylinder in and out of her cunt, working it from side
to side, but still not finding a release. After being on the
verge of her own release for so long, she found that it was
impossible to think of anything else, but her climax.

Bob watched in awe, as she began to ram the shiny silver vibrator
into herself, passionately stroking it in and out of her pussy.
She was in a sexual frenzy, her sucking now making a slurping
sound around his cock. He continued pinching her nipples, and
driving her wild. She couldn't work the phallus into her cunt
fast enough to please herself, as she withered under him. He felt
himself tighten, before he exploded into her mouth, setting loose
a river of the salty warm sperm to fill her oral cavity.

Her mind registered the liquid striking her in the back of her
throat, but she made no effort to pull away, instead merely
swallowing the hot jism, while trying to suck even more from the
dick in her mouth. Even after the eruption was over, and she had
swallowed it all, she continued sucking on the rod in her mouth,
undaunted by it's first explosion. She sucked his cock as though
it was the only thing in her world, even while her hand continued
to move the vibrator about in her pussy, seemingly in a world of
it's own.

As his cock hardened again under the insistent sucking by her
mouth. He smiled to himself, impressed with how quickly the
suggestions had seemed to take effect on her. He took note of how
she eagerly sucked on his dick, but without any real technique.
He would need to train her in how to use her tongue, and to show
more creativity in her blow jobs. Even with only her eagerly
sucking on his cock, he found himself ready to go again in less
than fifteen minutes.

Pulling his stiff member from her still sucking mouth he moved
between her wide spread legs. Taking her hand off of the dildo,
he moved it to her chest. She immediately began tweaking her
nipples, and grabbing her tits roughly. He removed the silver
tool from her now dripping wet cunt, and slipped his cock in,
just past the lips of her pussy.

He toyed with her, moving his cock just into her cunt, and then
sliding it up her slit, before pulling it free, never making any
real penetration. Her mouth now free, she moaned loudly under his
torment, letting out a sigh of despair or desperation from her
mouth, as her saliva dripped down her cheeks. He toyed with her
for several more minutes, when she finally started talking.
Although she hadn't spoken, since Bob had ordered her to remain
silent, she now couldn't keep silent any longer.

"Oh God! PLEASE! DO IT! FUCK ME!" She cried over and over again.
Her tormented mind now begging for release.

Hearing all of the encouragement that he needed, he drove his
dick into her, filling her pussy with his meat in one fast, hard
thrust. Already stuffed with the tiny metal ben-Wa balls, the
stuffing sensation of his warm stiff member drove her over the
brink, and into an intense orgasm.

Her screams of ecstasy were the first sounds that she heard, that
had broken through the tormenting noise being pumped into her
ears. She began trying in vain to push her crotch up into his
groin, hoping to get more of his cock into her pussy. She was
filled, mentally in bliss, as all other thoughts were pushed from
her mind. As she found herself climaxing, going from one orgasm
to the next, she lost all control.

He saw her lips quivering and turned up in pleasure, as she
screamed again and again with each release, that she had needed
so badly, finally washed over her. He was shocked that she was
saying everything, just as he had instructed her to do on the
tape. By her fifth consecutive orgasm, he finally let loose his
own orgasm again, filling her cunt with his sperm.

Even though she was unsure of who had just sprayed their
potentially impregnating sperm into her unprotected womb, she
really didn't care at the moment. The only thought running
through her mind, was one of contentment, happy to finally get
her release from the pent up sexual feelings that she had
suffered through earlier.

He collapsed onto the bed next to her, and they both fell into a
light sleep. Even with the noise screaming through her ears, she
was too exhausted to stay awake, and fell into a troubled sleep.

Kristin awoke to the feeling of pain and soreness, her last
partner no longer laying next to her in the bed. She rolled her
head, now sick of the noise that was still screaming into her
mind. She was in hell, and her mouth felt dry, as the taste of
cum still lingered on her tongue. Her jaws ached, sore from
sucking so hard and so long on the cock earlier. Her pussy was
even more sore. The lips of her cunt ached, and the cool air
flowed over them, punishing the exposed and battered flesh. Her
legs were cramped, her hips felt on fire, and her shoulders, from
her arms still being secured above her head, were ablaze with a
fiery pain.

Even her breasts sent a feeling of pain and soreness to her mind.
She had never felt so used, as she did at that moment. To
compound her pain and suffering, her exposed pussy screamed with
pain and humiliation, as she felt the tingles from where the hair
had been pulled out, not that long ago.

Bob had let her sleep for just over three hours, when his next
guest arrived. He explained to the leather clad Asian beauty
standing before him, what he wanted her to do, and how long she
had to play with his new pet. As the two entered the now
transformed room, that housed the young girl, she was an eyeful,
and the other woman cracked her knuckles, delighted that she got
paid to do what she would have done for free.

Bob's phone rang, and when he finished talking, he hung up
delighted. His hastily planned evening was falling into place.
Little Kristin was going to school, but she wouldn't be hitting
the books. Chapter 6

As Bob went to get a few more cameras, Sara Kai dropped the large
bag that she was carrying over her shoulder, and onto the floor.
Next the horny Asian knelt between Kristin's legs, and began
running her hands up and down the bound girl's thighs. The smooth
soft skin of the youth felt like silk, and sent tingles into her.
She enjoyed making it with other women, and the younger the
better.

Kristin felt the light touch moving up her legs, first moving up
her outer calves, then sliding onto her inner thighs. The touch
was delicate and loving, moving lightly over the top of her skin,
the other woman's nails teased her, as they moved up her body.
She felt the fingers making an outline around her tender flowered
snatch. They moved around teasingly, moving from one thigh to the
other, just below her delicate sex, and then to one side, before
sliding over to the other leg.

Sara watched, as the girl moved under her touch. Her whimpers
told the story of her pain and discomfort. Seeing that she was so
sensitive to being touched, and her body was sore and in pain,
she retrieved a herbal lotion from her bag, and squirted it into
her hand.

As the cool lotion touched her skin, Kristin bit her lip, she
feared that impending pain was sure to follow it, but the pain
never came. The lotion was soothing the pain that she did feel,
and her skin no longer felt like it was burning. Even as the
hands worked the lotion into the folds of her abused cunt, she
felt the relief flowing over her. The hand coated every inch of
her skin in the soothing comfort that she found from the cream.
The hands now freely roamed her body, moving from one end to the
other, exploring every crevice, every inch of her exposed skin.

Sara moved in and began kissing young Kristin, first just above
her slit, then to the left, and then to the right. Next she
lowered her lips, bringing them to Kristin's lower lips. To begin
with, she ran her tongue all over the pink pouting pedals,
exposed between the girl's legs. Her licking then turned into a
mixture of licking and sucking.  

Kristin was sure that she felt the touch of another woman, the
feel of her touch, the scent from her antagonist combined to
convince her that she was with another woman. She felt the woman
lower her mouth to her pussy, then, after several minutes of this
sensation, she felt the mouth envelope her. The feeling was
certainly unlike when Bob had used his mouth and tongue on her,
as this one was delicate and thoughtful. If it wasn't for her
sense of disgust, she would have been able to enjoy herself.

As the other woman worked her magic on Kristin, she fought hard
to push back the feelings that she was receiving from the other
woman's touch. She felt sick and perverted. How could she
actually get any pleasure from this? She was winning the battle,
calming herself down, even as the tongue darted back and forth
inside of her. But then, as soon as a rough hand pinched down on
her right nipple, holding it in pain for only a few moments, the
flood gates were opened. The feelings that she had worked so hard
to oppress, rushed back into her mind. She lost all of the will
power and restraint, that she had worked so hard to gain, lost in
a sea of lust.

Sara smiled, as she heard Kristin moan in pleasure, as she worked
the girl over, passion now running freely through both women.
Moving her hands behind her back, she unzipped the small black
leather skirt, and tossed it to the side of the room. She moved
her crotch deliberately over Kristin's open, moaning mouth.

Kristin felt the other body hovering over her own, as she found
her pleasure rising again uncontrollably. As the warm moist "V"
of Sara's legs dropped onto her face, she began licking the cunt
hovering over her mouth, trying to pleasure her partner, as well
as she was receiving it. Again she climbed the mountain, feeling
herself near the verge of bliss. The two worked their tongues
into each other for what seemed like an eternity.

While the women drove one another to the peaks of ecstasy, Bob
had unbound Kristin's arms and legs. Next he pulled the bandages
from her puffy eyes. The bodies of the women tangled together in
an erotic sight, as they worked feverishly to pleasure one
another.

Sara soon felt her release, an orgasm flowing through her body,
howls of pleasure came billowing into the air from her mouth.
Even as Kristin felt her partner's orgasm run through her body,
she was troubled by her own lack of pleasure.

As Sara moved off of the bed, retrieving her clothes, Kristin
spied Bob standing with his pants down, and his dick hard. She
was drawn to his prick, she needed it, she needed the release
that it could give her. She moved on hands and knees to it,
crawling across the bed. She reached out and took a hold of it.
Drawing it to her, and gently kissing it. Then she maneuvered it
to her backside. Difficult as it was for her, she helped guide
his cock into her yearning cunt. Happy to finally feel another
dick inside of her, she began to grind against it, pushing
herself against his cock, while screaming in excitement. She
fucked him aggressively, and had three climaxes, before he
emptied his balls into her.

As soon as his cock left her cunt, her feelings of grief,
disgust, perversion, flooded back into her mind. What had she
just done and why? She felt sluttish and low, she was a whore, a
common slut and she hated it. She never had these feelings
before, but then again, she had only been sexually active less
than a week now. Maybe she was a whore?

She looked up, as the woman that she had been so intimate with,
just minutes ago, took her hand and guided her to the restroom,
through the other door in the room. As the women cleaned and
showered, Kristin was troubled by taking a shower with the older
woman. She was a beautiful Asian woman, perhaps in her
mid-thirties. She had an incredible body, and would have driven
most men wild. But as she showered with the woman, she felt
uncomfortable, as the older woman soaped her up and cleansed her.
The most uncomfortable part had to be when she reached in and
removed the tiny balls from within her snatch. Although having
the aggravating little intruders finally removed, brought a sense
of relief to her, she was uncomfortable over having another woman
touch her in this way.

Once cleansed, both inside and out, the older woman guided her
out of the bathroom, and once dressed herself, began grooming
Kristin. She pulled her hair back, and tucked it up, and using
bobby pins, tied her hair up tightly on the top of her head. Next
she applied the cream again, and to Kristin's relief, it made her
well used body stop aching as badly as it had. Kristin was then
led from the bathroom to the other room, and guided to a padded
chair. Her arms where bound to the arms of the chair, and then
her ankles were secured to the chair as well. Next, a strap was
placed around her neck, making it hard for her to move her head
about.

She looked around, still unable to hear the movement in the room
over the noise screaming in her ears. The woman gently pressed
Kristin's cheeks together, forcing her mouth open. Kristin felt
the plastic wedge pushed into her jaws, first on one side, and
then the other. She then felt the strap pulled around her
forehead. As the strap was pulled tight, she found that she was
unable to move her head, or close her mouth. She watched in
horror, as Sara, using a silver metal device, reached into her
mouth, and captured her tongue. She winced in pain, as the device
pinched her tongue, and then really got scared as she saw the
woman bringing some silver jewelry up to her mouth.

The pain was sharp and intense, as the woman pierced her tongue,
then secured a stud in place, before removing the metal device
that she used to hold her tongue out of her mouth. Next she
cautiously removed the plastic blocks, forcing Kristin's mouth
open to open even wider, momentarily. Now free to do so, the
tortured girl began to scream in pain.

Unmoved by the girl's obvious discomfort, she moved her attention
to her nose, and using a false stud, she pinched the sharp stud
into girl's nose. The thin wire that clamped the stud into place
was hard to see. She then moved to the girl's left breast, and
applied another one of those false studs to it, as the poor girl
continued to wail in grief.

She stood back and admired her handiwork, the girl looked like
she had both of her breasts, as well as her nose pierced. It was
such a good job, that someone would have to do a really close
examination, to tell that they where clip-on's. She then took her
pencil, and began drawing on the girl's right breast, she worked
quickly, and soon you could read the writing on Kristin's chest.
"Daddy's Slut" was written across her right breast, in a bright
red color.

The Asian rubbed the finished product with a scrap of newspaper,
and to her amazement, Kristin saw that it looked like she had a
tattoo on her breast. Next the woman went to work on her left
thigh, placing a small star on her inner thigh, and then wiping
it with a scrap of colored newsprint, to make it look like a real
tatoo. She ultimately drew a flower on her ankle, and a snake,
wrapped around a woman's leg, on her arm. To Kristin's horror,
she wondered what it would take to get the artwork off of her
body, before her folks saw it.

Drying the tears from her face, as she was no longer crying, Sara
began to apply make-up to her face. She painted it on the young
girl, making her look whorish and trashy. Bob filmed her entire
transformation both with stills and on video. Finally Sara
removed the buds from her ears, and the small transmitters behind
them. She then replaced the stylish studs worn by the young girl,
with large, gaudy metal hoops. Bob began to speak to her, as Sara
applied the mascara and lipstick.

Kristin listened to his instructions, having already been beaten
down, and seemingly broken. Yet she still looked defiantly at
him, when he told her that they were going to a party, where she
would "entertain" some friends of his, as he put it, though she
knew that it meant that she would have to screw his friends.
Although she said nothing, the reluctance could be seen in her
eyes. She wanted to fight back and demand her freedom, but
cautiously waited until the time was right.

A blond wig was placed over her pinned up hair, and then a small
vinyl mask, with eye holes, nose holes, and a hole for her mouth
were cut out, was placed on her face. She was put on a red and
black silk garter belt and stockings. Then she put on a small red
vinyl dress, that barely covered her ass and tits. Pulling it up
too far exposed her ass cheeks, and pulling it down to cover her
ass, allowed her tits to pop out of the top. She was then forced
into the back of a van, but not before receiving a sloppy kiss
from Sara.

She got a look at herself in the side mirror of the van, as she
got in, and she was stunned by her bright red lips, the rouge on
her cheeks, and her blue eyelids. The worst part was the dress
itself, as it barely covered her naked, and now hairless pussy,
and her ass cheeks, while allowing a generous amount of her huge
tits to press out of the top of her dress, allowing for one nice
bit of her cleavage to show. The dress was so tight, and as she
had been naked all day, up until a moment ago, when she put this
dress on, her fully erect nipples tented the tight, somewhat
elastic material of the dress out very noticeably. "My own family
wouldn't recognize me looking like this!" she thought toherself.

Sitting in the van, Sara applied the final touch to Kristin's
costume, by placing contacts in her eyes, thus disguising the
girl's blue eyes, by making them look brown. The drive took over
an hour, and she rode in silence, saying nothing. Bob would speak
occasionally, telling her what he expected of her tonight. When
he would demand a reply from her, she would just mumble her
acknowledgment of his demand, as she was having trouble talking
because of her newly pierced tongue. She had been forced to ride
on a bench in the back of the cargo van, and was unsure of what
time it was, or where they had gone. As she was helped from the
van, she took note that it was very dark outside, and the
building that she was being led into looked somehow familiar to
her.

Once inside, she was led down a back hallway, and into a bedroom.
The loud music and voices that she heard, told her that there was
a party going on. The voices and laughter of the party goers
could be heard coming from all directions. Immediately upon
entering the room, she saw another woman on the bed, she was
naked and had a man fucking her from behind, while she sucked
another man off with her mouth.

Kristin stared at the woman in shock. What a slut, she hadn't
even looked up when the door was opened. She then took note of
the woman's outfit. She was blond wearing a pair of red stockings
and a red and black garter belt. The most troubling part was the
mask that she wore on her face, it was the same as the one that
she herself was wearing.

As the man screwing the woman from behind moaned, and shot his
sperm into the slut, Bob pulled the dress off of Kristin's body,
almost having to rip the tight vinyl from her body. The man
pulled out from the woman, and she started to stand.

"Hey Bob." she said, pulling on a matching dress of her own. "So
this is your new project, huh?" as she looked Kristin over.

"Yep, my pride and joy." he said, slapping Kristin on the ass. He
leaned over and repeated what he expected of her, into her ear,
before he extended his hand to the other woman and said, "Come
on, my girl will get the next few." as the two walked out the
back door.

As soon as they left, Kristin was pulled onto the bed. The man
who had been receiving the blow job from the other girl,
positioned her on her hands and knees and began to work his cock
into her. As she looked at the guy who had just cum in the other
woman, she thought that he looked to be about twenty years old,
probably some college kid.

As soon as the one fucking her had gotten a rhythm going to his
strokes, the other man opened the door, and invited someone else
in. She tried to see who was coming in, but her view was blocked
by the other guy at the door. Just as the door closed behind
them, she felt the guy pumping her reach up and pinch her nipples
roughly. Again she found her mind floating, as soon as his hand
moved away. She was again in a state of sexual duress, needing
release and humping madly against the man in her cunt. She had
closed her eyes, taking in the feeling of the cock in her cunt.

She felt a dick pressed against her lips, and as she opened her
eyes, her mouth opened to accept it. She moved her eyes up the
man's body, from his cock to his face, as she rocked back and
forth on the other cock in her cunt. She looked up to see her
older brother, feeding his cock into her mouth.

Chapter 7

Kristin stared up into her brother's lustful eyes in disbelief,
as he began sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. No level of
subliminal conditioning could have prepared her for this
disgusting, incestuous turn of events. Her mind screamed for the
incestuous actions to stop, even as she eagerly pushed her hips
back onto the cock in her cunt. She tried to pull her head back,
once the shock had worn off, but her brother just grabbed the
back of her head, and held her mouth in place on his prick.

She continued to stare into his eyes, finding herself in total
disbelief that her brother Kyle would have anything to do with
this sordid scene. He had been brought up the same as her, in the
church, taught to be moral and decent. How could he be partaking
in this orgy of sin? As she fought back her revulsion over having
her big brother's cock stabbing into her mouth, as he frantically
wanted to cum in her hot oral opening. She started to listen to
the boys' conversation.

Kyle began by saying "Damn, your right, she is hot!" as he
speared into her mouth again, but deeper this time.

"I told you that she's hot and willing!" the guy in her cunt
retorted, as he slapped her on the ass.

Placing a hand under her chin, Kyle looked down at her and asked,
"So how many guys do you plan on satisfying tonight baby?"

She saw his eyes, when he asked her this, and for a moment she
thought he had recognized her.

The man standing in the corner answered the question for her. "I
heard one of the guy's say that she wasn't stopping until this
place was empty. Ain't that right sugar." he said, to herhorror.

Kristin's eyes shot open wide with fear, as she worried that he
was telling her the truth. Then she felt the man behind her pull
free of her cunt and say, "Hurry up Kyle, lets switch."

Kyle pulled his cock from her mouth, and the two men helped her
stand on the side of the bed. Kristin felt Kyle's eyes running
over her body, as he complemented her on her tattoos and
piercings. The other men agreed that they were very sexy, as she
was positioned in an opposite manner this time. Her mouth was in
front of the guy who had been fucking her, while her ass was
pointing at Kyle.

The boy now standing in front of her guided her mouth to his
cock, by grasping the back of her head. As she began sucking on
his prick, she was thankful to take his sperm into her mouth,
instead of her fertile womb. As she felt her partner near his
climax, she felt Kyle begin to press his cock into her cunt. Soon
her own brother was pounding his dick into his baby sister. The
fellow in her mouth shot his load down her throat, and was
quickly replaced by someone new, who had entered the room just
moments ago. As she looked up at the owner of this new cock,
relief swept over her, she was thankful at least that it belonged
to no one that she knew. She sucked this new cock as her brother
mercilessly pounded her pussy from behind.

She tensed up and began to buck under her brother's thrust, when
she felt him begin to climax in her womb. But even as she
struggled to break free, Kyle grabbed her hips and worked himself
even deeper into her as his cock kept spitting out more and more
cum into her unprotected pussy. She felt him flooding her with
his seed, as squirt after squirt, he emptied himself inside of
her.

As Kyle pulled his now softening dick from her cunt, Kristin saw
the door open again, and someone else entered. As she tried to
see who it was, the man that she was sucking on pulled free of
her mouth, and walked around behind her. She saw finally saw the
new man, as he walked up to her face with a smug grin on his own
face. It was Reggie Morris, Kyle's new friend. Kyle had met him a
couple of weeks ago, and the two had become fast friends. As it
turned out, both men where attending the same school, and
although Reggie lived in an apartment off campus, he had agreed
to help Kyle move into his college dorm. He had been at Kristin's
house just last weekend, helping Kyle move.

As he approached her, she saw him blow her a kiss. She watched as
he dropped his baggy shorts, revealing to her that he wore no
underwear. Kristin looked at his massive cock, hanging in front
of her face. As he pressed it to her lips, she looked up, meeting
his eyes. While she opened her mouth to allow the massive cock
in, she saw Reggie open his own. The poor girl was shocked and
scared to death, as she watched the 22 year old move his lips,
saying her name silently to her, and then giving her a wink.

She couldn't believe it that he knew who she was. Was he working
with Bob, or did he actually recognize her? As she began to
wonder just how much he knew, the man behind her reach under her
body, and hurtfully pinched her nipples.

As the feelings of lust and pleasure washed over her, any worries
that she had bout Reggie were all washed away as well, at least
for now. She again found herself in the throes of ecstasy, as she
moved her hands to Reggie's body, pulling him into her, while at
the same time she ground her ass into the man fucking her from
behind. Moans of pleasure escaped her lips, as Reggie pulled his
massive tool free of her mouth.

Kyle stayed and watched, as the sexy vixen began screaming for
it. She was begging someone to fuck her. She sounded stupid or
something, talking as though someone was holding her tongue. He
had grown hard again, never having been this close to such action
before, and found that it excited him.

Before last week Kyle had never even had a beer, although he'd
been 21 for several months. Now, as someone handed him another
one, he chugged it down, as he had the several others earlier
that night.

As Reggie continued to force feed her his dick, between her
moans, he saw Kyle had been enjoying the sights and sounds.
Seeing his friend now sporting an erection, he motioned him over
to take Kevin's position in her cunt. Kevin returned Reggie's
evil grin, as he pulled out of the girl, allowing her brother to
take over.

Kristin, her eyes closed, as she was racked by another orgasm,
felt the man behind her pull out of her cunt, leaving her feeling
empty again. But before she had opened her eyes up, she felt a
cock slide back into her pussy, making her feel whole again. She
was in heaven, as she felt the warmth flow through her body, even
as somewhere deep in her mind her conscious mind, a little voice
screamed for the indignities to stop. But the pleasures that she
felt, due to the instructions she had been programmed with,
overruled her own better judgment. She reached behind her, to
pull her lover into her hot, itchy cunt, as she needed to feel
more of him inside of her. She had been programmed subliminally,
that she could never be satisfied until her partner had orgasmed
inside her. She would remain frantic, in between her own orgasms,
until she felt his cum filling her unprotected womb.

Reggie felt the pressure in his balls building up. He was only
seconds away from spewing his spunk down her throat, but first he
wanted to humiliate her just a little more.

"God Kyle do you know what our girlfriends would do if they
caught us with this sleazy tramp?" he said, looking her squarely
in the eyes.
    He saw the pleading look cross the girl's face, it was just
what he wanted. He pushed in further, mumbling her protests,
completely silencing her, as streams of his seed began to flow
down her throat.

"Damn dude, be nice. You don't need to call her that. She's just
a friendly girl who likes to have fun and share with others."
Kyle said innocently.

She heard her older brother talking, and knew that he was the one
behind her, fucking her again. She turned her head as best as she
could with Reggie's cock still stuffed down her throat. "How
could he!" she thought, no longer under the spell of her
programming. She began to worry and wonder, thoughts and feelings
racing back to the front of her mind.

What was Reggie up to? What had come over Kyle? Her mother and
father would kill him, if they knew that this was how he behaved
when he was off at college. Then it finally hit her, they
wouldn't be too pleased with her either. No, it wasn't the same
thing she told herself. She had been forced into this, she had
been lied to, betrayed. She would never have done this willingly.
Would she?

As she began to question her own actions, she never even thought
about the two cocks being sawed into her mouth and cunt. The
feelings were now completely natural to her. Her sucking a cock
with her mouth was becoming second nature to the teenager. She
pushed herself back onto her brother's cock without so much as a
conscious thought about it. She opened her eyes, looking at
Reggie's crotch, only inches from her face. Turning her head, she
saw another guy stroking his semi-erect prick, as he watched her
pleasuring the two men at the same time without missing a beat.

She was a whore. She had to be, nothing else could explain her
new behavior. No one had forced her to behave like this, she had
done it on her own. As she contemplated her actions, and what she
had done, she felt her brother again begin to spew his spunk into
her unprotected womb for the second time tonight. She was
alarmed, but made no effort to stop him. What was the use, he had
already done it once, so the damage was probably already done.


Reggie was still stroking his large organ in and out of her
mouth, and watched as Kyle pulled out of her cunt, spent, having
just fucked his little sister. She was happy to be free of the
having someone in her pussy, and as soon as Reggie pulled free of
her mouth, she collapsed on the bed.

Reggie moved to her behind her, and flipped her over onto her
back. He threw her legs open, and plunged his still hard cock
into her sloppy cunt. She grumbled something, before another cock
was placed to her lips. She was sore and tired, and probably
pregnant from her older brother leaving two potent loads of sperm
inside of her womb. She just wanted it to end. As she pushed
against Reggie's chest, trying to push him off of her, she began
moving her head back forth, not wanting another cock in her
mouth.

Kevin, the fraternity brother at her mouth, continued to try to
gain access to her oral cavity, already on the verge of a climax.
Reggie deflected her hands repeatedly, enjoying her resistance.
He had been toying with the youngster up to this point, but if
she wanted to fight, he would have to get serious with her. He
decided to show her what a real man felt like, and slapped her
arm away, as he shoved his large prick into her cunt as hard and
as fast, and as deep as he could.

She wanted him out of her pussy. He had been dipping his cock
into her sore cunt thrusting it fully into her, and then pulling
it out until only his prick head was left inside of her. It
served to inflame her sensitive, and over used pussy. She was
sore and his fucking her this way wasn't helping any. She
continued to try and push him off of her. Then suddenly he sank
his weight into her. He was easily three times her size, and when
he put his entire weight into it, he sank really deep into her
well used cunt.

God! Did that ever hurt, as his cock was the largest one that she
had ever felt inside of her to this point. It stretched her still
inexperienced cunt to new limits. It was not only unpleasurable,
but down right painful. She started to scream in pain, as he
plunged back into her, but Kevin took this opportunity, when she
had stopped moving around and screamed, to force his cock into
her mouth.

The pain was immense, as Reggie would pull almost free of her
pussy, before driving back into her with everything that he had.
She fought, her arms flailing about helplessly. Reggie and Kevin
enjoyed the lively girl, as they continued to use and abuse her.

Reggie became concerned, when he saw her begin to pull the mask
free from her face, worried that Kyle would learn her true
identity. He reached forward slapping her hand away, hoping that
it would still be as effective. He then remembered the "trick",
and pinched her nipples as hard as he could.

Kristin's struggles immediately stopped, and she became a
passionate lover again, as the switch was again flipped inside of
her mind. She began to enjoy the two men abusing her, and soon
she was gripping Reggie's ass and pulling \ him into her, as if
she couldn't get enough of his huge cock.

The young girl sucked the cock into her mouth, and Kevin soon
rewarded her with his creamy filling. As Kevin pulled away from
her mouth, Reggie motioned for Kyle to take his place and then
said. "Come on Kyle, let her get you hard again. Then you can
take her in the ass, and get it started for all of us." as he
laughed out loud.

Kyle stepped up, as Reggie began kneading her tits, sending the
young girl into a daze. She took Kyle's dick into her mouth
again, working fiendishly to harden his now well used shaft. As
Kristin began to revive he brother's limp pecker, Reggie
continued to pound into her cunt, in slow steady strokes, he
could keep this pace up all night. After a long wait, Kyle
finally pulled free of her mouth, his cock now rigid and stiff.

Reggie, his cock still impaled in the young girl, grabbed to
large pillows from the bed. He lifted her up, spun her around on
his large stiff rod, and dropped her onto her stomach on the
pillows. Holding his hand out, for Kevin to apply the grease to
his fingers, Reggie began to pry her ass cheeks open, his cock
still sliding in and out of her cunt.

Next he began working his greased fingers into her anal passage.
First he circled her tiny anal bud, applying a healthy coating of
grease to it, as he moved his fingers around on top of it. Then
he worked a finger into her puckered hole. Pulling free of her
ass hole he allowed Kevin to squeeze more of the grease on his
fingers. Moving his hand back to her sphincter, he worked one
finger back in, and then a second.

Kristin had grabbed the pillow, and buried her face into it in
terror. Once Reggie was able to work two fingers into her tight
virgin ass hole, he pulled his hand and cock free of her,
motioning for Kyle to take his place.

Kyle stepped up, and after applying a small amount of grease to
his own cock, he positioned himself at her puckered sphincter. As
he began to push his cock into her ass, Reggie climbed onto the
bed, and pulled her head from the pillows, just in time to hear
her scream, as her brother broke her anal cherry.

As he broke past her outer ring, Kyle was shocked as to how tight
she was down there. He had never had anal sex before, and so
hadn't expect the pressure that he was now feeling on his cock.
She was really tight, and he pushed in even harder. Reggie had
forced his cock into her mouth, forcing her to lick the cum and
pussy juices from his cock. Kyle had worked himself slowly into
her, and now, having gotten half of his cock into her tight ass,
he began a slow sawing action, pressing in and out of her ass.

After just a few minutes, the pressure was so great, that he
jetted his load into her ass. He was still spraying the white
liquid, when he pulled free of her ass. Reggie congratulated him
on a job well done, as he held Kristin's head up, staring into
her eyes.

Kyle took a beer from Kevin, and chugged it quickly, having
worked up a large sweat while fucking her ass. Reggie moved from
her mouth, to a standing position just behind the bed. Kristin
turned to look at Kyle, just as he passed out in a chair.

As Reggie worked his massive cock into her ass, she began to
scream in pain. Kevin then opened the back door, and Bob walked
in, camera in hand, as Kevin took her mask off. Next came the wig
and finally he pulled the bobbie pins holding her hair up out,
letting it fall to her shoulders freely. Bob took several photos,
as Kevin removed her disguise, and then began wiping her crying
face.

Reggie was now buried deeply in her ass, he had plunged his
entire cock inside of her, and was now pounding away feverishly
in her just deflowered rectum. Kristin screamed bloody murder,
but no one came to her rescue. Reggie was ravishing her deep
inside of her bowels. She was helpless under the older boys
massive frame.

Bob captured her defilement on film, as Kevin finished cleaning
the whorish makeup from her face. Kristin cried, as the men
enjoyed the sight that she presented them.

Reggie felt his moment nearing, and pulled free of her stretched
sphincter. He and Kevin pulled her from the bed to the floor,
sitting her there on her knees on the floor, exhausted from her
ordeal. Reggie took his place near her face, and in moments began
spraying her face with white streams of his seed. Hitting her
squarely on the face and chin, he coated her beautiful face with
his jism.

As he pulled away from her spent, Kevin and another young man
moved the unconscious body of her brother to the bed. Positioning
his crotch near her face, as Bob began to snap photos of the
scene, capturing Kristin's cum covered face, as well as the face
of her brother, in a single shot. He then took several more
similar shots, from different angles.   

Kristin sat on her knees in pain, unconcerned with what went on
around her. She cried, emotionally and physically spent from her
horrible ordeal.

She was then covered in a long black cloak, and escorted to back
to the van. She never noticed the three tapes given to Bob by
someone else. She had no idea of the pictures being taken of her
older brother, even as she was driven back to Bob's house. She
knew nothing but pain and humiliation from her long, painful
ordeal. Chapter 8

When Kristin awoke from her long slumber, she found herself lying
naked in Bob's bed again. As she lay there. she began to take
inventory of her current aches and pains. Her head was pounding,
her temples throbbing with pain. Her tongue was still sore and
tender, a dull pain iminating from the stud in her tongue. She
felt sloppy and loose, her ass still burned from her being taken
anally. She felt the cool air running over the puffy lips of her
still inflamed cunt.

In fact, she was sore all over. Her pussy and ass, her breasts
were sore to the touch. Her nipples had swelled under her clip-on
peircings. Even her nose caused her pain, it too pinched by a
fake stud. Kristin felt the fluids still seeping out of her cunt
and ass, the deposits of her partners still oozing out of her.
Her face was covered in dry cum and tears, and she found that she
couldn't even bring herself to cry about her ordeal, as she was
all cried out.

She got up and walked to the restroom slowly. It even hurt to
just walk. She spent the next two hours cleaning herself up, and
thinking. She was happy that she hadn't run out of hot water. She
had needed to at least feel clean, no matter how dirty she was
now.

She had made some hard decisions during that time. She knew that
she couldn't go on this way any longer. She walked out of the
bathroom, covered in a only a towel, and began searching the
house for Bob. She found him in an office down the hall, his back
turned to her, while he worked on something on his computer.

As she entered through the open door he asked, "How's my sweet
little slut doing today? Did you sleep well?"

"I'm not." she said softly

"Not what?" he asked, again not bothering to even face her.

"I'm not a slut, and I'm not yours." she answered quietly.

"Oh, I see. Well, maybe not yet, but we're working on it." he
replied in a serious tone.

"It's over." she said timidly.

"I see. You do understand what that will mean, don't you?" he
asked calmly.

"Yeah, but I don't care. You'll never use me like that again."
she replied softly, but firmly.

"Well that's yet to be seen." he said smugly.

"I don't care anymore. I'm going to tell my parents everything
when they get home. I'll show them the pictures and you can do
what you want, I can't go on doing stuff like that anymore." she
said authoritatively but quietly.

"Well that's fine by me. I'll send your father and other family
members this packet." he said tossing a large brown envelope at
her, as he finally turned to face her. He opened a large folder
with hundreds of prints, and continued talking. "I can understand
how you can make this decision for yourself, but making that
choice for others, not even letting them decide for themselves."
he said sliding a photo across the desk at her.

Kristin looked down at the photos presented to her to her. She
sat seemingly looking into the camera in the picture, sperm
dripping down her chin. Her brothers cock just inches from her
face, apparently having just drenched her. The two looked both
willing and wanting. From this photo one would think that the two
where willing lovers, having just had a blissful session of love
making.

"I mean you might be comfortable telling everyone about all of
your sexual experiments." he said, as he slid another photo on
top of the previous one, this one showing her in various
positions with various partners. The first photo that he slid
across, showed her with a man screwing her, while she orally
pleasured a second man, while a third cock could be seen just to
the other side of her face. The next photo showing her taking a
cock in her ass, while she was sucking another cock. This photo
was followed by more of her with various men. In some, you could
even see that her brother was fucking her. These photos's where
followed by pictures of her and the beautiful Asian woman, with
the two women pleasuring one another. Kristin knew that she
looked more than willing in all of the photos, and in several,
she appeared to be enjoying herself quite a bit.

"But are you willing to ruin others lives as well." he asked,
sliding a new series across the desk for her to see.

She looked down shocked at what she was seeing. The photo's
showed Kyle with a dick near his mouth, something was running
down his chin. Another showed him bent over the bed, a nude a man
was apparently behind him. All of the photos in this set, showed
her brother in apparent homosexual acts.

"My colleague Reggie took these photos of your brother, after we
left last night. I was afraid that you might feel this way, so we
decided to get the most out of you early." he told her, thumping
his fingers on the table. "Oh don't worry, no one actually
touched your brother. I'm happy to say that we all find you more
to our liking. But no one would know that, just looking at these
pictures." he said, tapping his finger on one on the desk.

"I know your brother's and your father's feelings about
homosexuality. Just imagine how they'll feel when they see
these." he paused.

"What will Daddy think when he see's Kyle sucking cock, while
your carpet munching on another woman." he said, pulling a photo
of Kristin from the pile, which showed her eating out the Asian
woman.

"So go ahead and take these home to show them around. When your
father dies of a heart attack after seeing this stuff, just
remember how YOU decided that YOU couldn't do it anymore, and YOU
choose to ruin everyone in your family's life. I mean it's only
fair that they should all have to pay, because you can't keep you
legs together. Now go on get the fuck out of here!" he said,
raising his voice.

"Okay let's see, here's the church's directory, the high school's
faculty directory, this years PTA's mailing list, the
Wilson's...." Bob said, as he turned back to his computer,
flipping through the various directories. "I have that mailing
list from you last family reunion here somewhere." he said,
shuffling through the papers on his desk.

"Stop it! Just stop it!" Kristen said, through her sobs. "What do
you want from me?" she screamed. "I just can't do it anymore!"
she cried.

Bob continued working, as his printer began spitting out mailing
labels, at a hundred per sheet.

"Please. Can't we work something else out, I just can't do that
again. I can't!" she pleaded with him.

"You know, at first I was going to mail out one of those packets
to like the whole town. But Reggie suggested sending out these
multimedia Cd's." he said, pointing to spindles of CDs. "I can
make them up for like two cents a piece, and then mail 'em out at
bulk rate. That would save me a bundle of money, by only sending
the big prints to the important folks. You know your family, the
church elders, the principal and your teachers, and the school
newspaper. Oh yes, and the president of the school photography
club. He's still got a crush on you, you know." he said, not even
bothering to look up at her.

"My lawyer's gonna love showing these video tapes of you at the
trial. Maybe I'll get lucky and one of the tabloids will pick up
your story. Hell I own the copyrights, I could sell the tapes on
the internet and make millions. I could leak the story myself,
selling the photos and videos of you and your brother I'll be
rich." he chuckled to himself.

"This could be the best thing that's ever happened to me." He
howled.

"Please, please, there has got to be something else that I can
do. I'll do your laundry, cook for you, clean your house, wash
your dishes, anything. Please there's got to be something else I
can do for you PLEASE?" she begged him.

"No, I'm afraid not. Not unless you know some other sweet young
sexy thing to make me money." Bob said, unconcerned by her
crying.

"Please I can't. It's not me I can't do the things that you want
me to do. I can't it's just sick, and I can't do that anymore."
she bawled.

"Yeah, I heard you, and told you that's fine with me. Now get the
fuck out out of here. I've got work to do." he replied, as his
printer shot out another page of address labels.

"NO." she screamed, loud enough to stop him from doing what he
was doing. He turned to her, just as she dropped to her knees in
agony.

"Save the drama bitch." he said hatefully, angered by her
outburst.

Kristin was taken aback by his anger. He had said some mean and
disgusting things to her, but he had never talked to her in this
manner. She felt threatened by his tone of voice. She could see
the anger and hatred in his eyes. She had, up to even that
moment, at least a little hope that he was bluffing, that he
wouldn't actually mail those photos out, but as she saw his eyes,
her last doubts faded from her mind.

"What do you want from me?" she cried.

"I want you to leave." he replied, still angry at her.

"No. Please don't! Please." she begged him, still on her knees in
his doorway

"Too late. I gave you a chance, and you told me that you would do
as I said, and now you tell me you can't. Get out and I'll make
my money off you in other ways." he spat out.

She watched, as he began applying his labels to the paper
sleeves, then sliding the disks into them.

"No! Please give me another chance, please." she cried

"Why? You said that you couldn't do it. That it was sick.
Remember you're done. Now get out, I have some things to mail,
and things to sell." he said, his tone now less angry.

"I'm sorry I. I. I was wrong. I made a mistake. I don't want to,
but I'll.. Is there any other way we can do this. I would do
anything to just keep you from mailing those pictures out.
Please." she begged, trying to sound calm and friendlier.

"I expect you to do anything and everything that I tell you to
do. You're to be my personal little fuck doll, to do with as I
please. You will allow me to film and photograph you doing
anything that I want, with anyone that I want you to do it with,
and you're to do it without and questions, or any hesitation.
That's what you can do to keep me from mailing these pictures of
you out." he replied, retuning to labeling his envelopes.

"Bob, please. There must be some other way, anything?" she
begged.

"I told you, find me a girl as beautiful and as innocent as you
are, who will do this for me, and if she stacks up to you, I'll
let you out of our contract, but then you'll still be my cock
slave. Those are the choices. So, do you know anyone who would
take your place?" he asked, and waited for her reply.

"Well do you?" he asked impatiently.

Kristin was still trying to come to grips with her fate, and
shook her head no.

"Alright, now you have two more choices. You can walk out of here
and face the consequences, meaning the pictures of you and your
brother mailed to everyone that I told you I'd mail them to, or
you can fulfill your contract, and be my slave. That will mean
that you have to do everything that I tell you to do, or else
I'll still send these out to everyone that you know. Keep your
end of the deal, and no one that you know will ever see any of
them. It's your choice, what's it going to be?" he explained to
her again.

Bob settled in for a long wait, but it only took her a moment.

"I'll do it. Okay? I'll do it." she cried.

"No, I'm afraid not. I trusted you once, and you've already
changed your mind three times now. I don't think I can afford to
waste anymore time or money waiting to find out if you'll change
it again." he said, his voice distant, as he concentrated on the
work at hand.

"I won't. I'll do what I've promised to. I swear that I'll keep
up my part, if you just don't send those pictures out." she said,
drying the tears from her eyes. "I'll do whatever you want. I'll
be you're slave. I'll work out that contract. I'll do anything to
keep you from mailing that stuff out okay?"

"I suppose I could give you one more chance." drawing the last
three words out real slowly, "But you'll have to be punished, and
tested after what you've pulled on me." he said, turning to look
at her for her approval.

Kristin found it hard to believe that he could say these things
to her. What had she pulled? He was the one pulling stuff. All
the terrible things that he had put her through, and he wanted to
claim that she had pulled something, what hypocrisy. She felt his
eyes on her, and knew that she had to say something, she had to
stop him from mailing those sinful images of herself and Kyle.
Bob was right, she could destroy her own life, but she couldn't
bring herself to destroy the rest of her family.

"I understand, and I'll do whatever I have to do, in order to
make it up to you." she said, as sincerely as she could.

"Very well then, step over here." he said, motioning her to his
side of the desk.

As she stood in front of him, Bob opened a desk drawer, and
pulled a studded collar from it.  Kristin studied the leather
strap, as he wrapped it around her neck. It had small steel
studs, about a 1/4 inch across, that stuck out about 1/4 inch as
well, from the outside of the leather. The inside was lined with
a smooth medal band, in the middle of the fine leather. There was
a small leather pouch on the back, perhaps large enough to hold
two or three nine volt batteries. She felt him buckle it in
place, at the back of her neck, a cold chill ran down her spine,
as he clicked the tiny master lock in place, ensuring that she
couldn't remove the strap.

Although the collar was only half an inch thick, it felt
extremely heavy around her neck. Next he had her put on a pair of
6 inch black stilleto heels. By no coincidence, the shoes fit
perfectly she relized. again he had planned this all out, playing
her like a harp. She felt unsteady in the high heeled pumps, as
she had never worn anything higher than a four inch heels, and
even then only once or twice.

The shoes forced her to stand on her tip toes, and Bob turned her
around, pulling both of her arms behind her back. He instructed
her to lace her fingers together, as he held her arms up and back
from her body. As he released her arms, he ordered her to hold
them there. She then felt him slide a leather sleeve up both of
arms. The tube was pulled up over both arms, almost two inches
above her elbows, and then tightly tied in place.

Forced to stand as she was, her arms pulled behind her back, and
standing on her toes in the high heels, her breasts where pushed
up and out, prominently from her body. He turned her to face him
again, and pulled the towel from her body, letting it fall to the
floor. As he sat back down in his comfortable office chair, he
opened his pants and let them fall to the floor. 

"Blow me." he said, as he cupped her tits in his hand gently.

He sat and watched, as the poor girl tried to decide how best to
comply with his demand. She first tried to merely lean her head
down and into his lap, but having her arms streched and bound
behind her, as they were, she found that this was impossible. She
stood and surveyed the situation for a moment, before he spoke.

"On your knees." he told her.

She looked around, as she again tried to decide how to accomplish
his demand. She looked around for something to lean on. In the
high heels, with her arms bound behind her, she had no easy way
to get down on her knees. She looked at him pleadingly, hoping
that he would offer to help her, instead his face showed his
impatience.

Bob looked at her, wondering if she would be creative enough to
find a solution. He watched happily as she leaned against the
wall, and dropped to one knee. Bringing herself down onto her
other knee, she brought her head into his lap. She looked at his
semi-erect prick, just inches from her face. Just days ago, she
hadn't even seen a man's cock live and in person, and now she had
seen more than she ever imagined she would in her entire life.

Reluctantly, she took his flaccid cock into her mouth, and slowly
began to suck on it gently and lightly. Her tongue throbbed, her
jaw ached, but she forced herself to try and pleasure him. She
looked up at him, and he was watching her bobbing her head up and
down on his dick. She was working slowly, forcing herself through
her pain and disgust, in order to try and please him. She worked
his prick in and out of her mouth, for twenty minutes she
struggled to please him.

While she moved up and down on his cock, he had picked up the
phone, and made a call. She listened to her tormentors call, her
worries mounting, as he continued ohis conversation.

"Yeah, that was some party! How much shit did you get in when I
pulled her out, before any of the actual fraternity brothers got
a piece." he paused, as he listened to whoever he was talking to,
"Really, well we can do that. So the whore just was pissed off
that some outsider had all the fun. Fuck'em we provided them with
a substitute. If they want some, we can make some sort of deal
with  'em. Everything is for sale." he laughed "No she's sucking
my cock as we speak. You still got the party bang barge? Great,
gas it up and bring it over, it's time for a road trip." he said,
hanging up the phone.

She had really been working hard to bring him to an orgasm, and
just when she was ready to give up, he grabbed the back of her
head, and forced her mouth all of the way down, over his cock.
Finally he orgasmed in her mouth again, flooding her mouth with
his disgusting white fluid. She gagged and coughed, as he held
her down on his prick, spewing his seed into her mouth. When he
finally finished spurting his foul deposit into her sore throat,
and released her head, allowing her to fall to the floor, weak
and sickened.

He stood up, pulled his pants up, and taking a leash from the
desk drawer, clipped it to the collar around her neck. She felt
him tug at it, and tried to get up, but she couldn't, bound as
she was. He grabbed her bound arms and pulled her to her feet.
The pain of being pulled up this way, causing her to scream out
in pain.

Without saying a word, he dragged her down the hall by the leash.
She almost fell twice, as he led her down the stairs to the
kitchen.

"You need to eat." Bob told her, as he took a dog dish out from
under the sink.

Kristin started to think that she had only eaten twice in the
past three days, and was feeling very hungry, now that he
mentioned it. She stood there looking out his large patio window,
wondering if anyone could see her like this, not really paying
attention to him. He had filled one side of the dish with milk,
and the other with her favorite food, chicken fried rice. He then
placed the bowl on the floor, and tugged at her leash, indicating
that she should eat, as he dumped his portion of the Chinese food
onto a plate, and placed it on the table.

She looked at the food on the floor, and then began to complain.

"I won't..." she began to say, when suddenly the shock hit her,
causing her to collapse to the floor. The pain that shot out of
her collar, and into her neck, was excruciating.

Without even looking at her, he said. "I said eat! Reggie will be
here in a little while, and we still have to get you dressed."


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