Helping the Babysitter Become a Model
                        By notmystory@kc.rr.com
                               Chapter 8


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


                             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 his 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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