Helping the Babysitter Become a Model
                        By notmystory@kc.rr.com
                               Chapter 6


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


                               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 to herself.

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.


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