Helping the Babysitter Become a Model
                        By notmystory@kc.rr.com
                               Chapter 3


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


                               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.

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