Helping the Babysitter Become a Model
                             By notmystory@kc.rr.com
                                  Chapter 4


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

                                  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.

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